Cake Love: All Things Payne(16)

The way he rubs me after is a sensual contrast to the sharp sting of his slap. Plus, I can feel his hard erection twitch under his jeans.

"You loved it," I moan back at him. Part of me still can't help trying to irritate him. I attempt to turn my head to watch him squint but I can't get my hair out of my face.

He reaches under to grab at my breasts that hang freely over his thigh. He vices my nipple between his two fingers and flicks it with his thumb. A shock shoots down to my core and at that moment another slap of my ass. The painful pleasures collide causing my sex to clench as a primal groan escapes my lips.

"You have such the mouth on you Sweetcakes. But you're right, I did love it. I loved it so much I had to f*ck my hand every time you left the room."

God his words, his mouth, everything he's doing to me, I know if he keeps this up I'm going to come without my clit being touched.

He pinches and flicks my other nipple with another combined slap of my ass which causes me to grind into his leg. After he finishes rubbing my cheek his fingers sink down to my *. I can hear him hiss and feel his body vibrate from a shudder.

"Fuck me you are drenched. We are done with your punishment, now for the fun.”


He helps me up and proceeds to undress. I stare at him and am still in awe when I see the black tribal tattoos meandering from his thick shoulders down both carved arms and another creeping around his left side over his abs. Since our last sexual encounter I have fantasized quite a bit about that chest. As my eyes scan the ink I focus on the deep rough lines. Various scars splatter his skin, some long some short. I wonder where they came from and perhaps this is why he only took his shirt off around me once.

I make note of his six pack abs with a deep V pointing to his...yes! Thank God it’s still there, not that his dick might have fallen off, but that my imagination may have made it bigger than it actually is. Still as big and beautiful as I remember!

His hand wraps around his base as his arm muscles flex with a tight squeeze. I whimper and drool a little watching him. My eyes finally look up to see him smirking at me.

"You like it huh, Sweetcakes? I bet you can't wait to get your plump lips wrapped around it. Don't worry I'm not the tease here. You can suck it as long as you like."

I try to move my arms toward him so he can untie me.

"Aren't you forgetting something Henrik?"

He brings his hand up to his chin, rubbing it and hums as if making a big decision.

"Perhaps I will untie you for now because of what I want to do to you."

He walks around to loosen my bind and massages my wrists when I am free. Henrik opens a side drawer and pulls out a tube of what looks like lubrication and places it on the bed. Yeah, he is big and I remember how filled I felt before, but we never needed lube. Oh God, now I'm a little scared yet crazy curious at what he has planned.

Henrik lies in the middle of the bed, propping himself up on the light blue pillows. Patting to the spot beside him, I crawl over. He reaches between my legs and I part them. His fingers move in and out of me at a languid pace.

"Have you ever been ass f*cked Morgana?" He stills his hand and removes it after asking the question.

My eyes widen and he notices the look of horror on my face as he starts to chuckle. My eyes flicker between him and the tube on the table realizing what it's for.

He laughs at me a lot, but instead of making me mad it turns me on. To see him smile and hear that deep voice rumble does lots of things to me, lots of hormonal things.

"Don't worry I'm not going to shove my dick in your ass Sweetcakes. That takes time to build up too. But I will be fingering your *."

"Potatoes!"

His laughter melts away any fear I am feeling and I can't help but watch his thick cock bob up and down from the merriment.

"Oh Morgana I promise anything we do together will not hurt. It's just the tip of my finger, anything more would cause pain. In fact with just that tiny tip you will probably come harder than you ever had before."

I squint still unsure of what he is talking about. Finally giving in to my desire and obvious morbid curiosity, I nod my head and whisper agreement to him. His fingers drift back inside me and slide my arousal over my clit causing my breath to hitch. He removes his hand and paints his cock with my juices.

"Now bend over and suck my cock. Leave your ass here where I can finger you."

Drool definitely escaped that time. Getting on my knees I bend over him, pushing my butt up until I feel his hand rubbing my thigh. Brushing my hair to the side I grab his base and dart out my tongue to ever so gently lick his shaft. He hisses and I feel a slap on my upper thigh.

I lick him a few times taking my time to enjoy the saltiness of him mixed with my spicy flavor. There have been many times I have given head and on a few occasions I have enjoyed making the men come, but this time is different. I want to taste him, feel him grow in my mouth. My arousal isn't just from what he has done to me, but from how he tastes and feels against my tongue.

I move lower to suck on his balls and look up to watch as his head falls back.

"Oh Morgana," he whispers and I notice his fingers have moved to my wet folds. He pushes them in and out and glides up and down over my clit the more I suck at him. My lips move to the tip of his cock licking away the beads of cum. His hand leaves me for a moment but returns quickly. I feel his slippery fingers move back and round my *. It's unusual in that I am aroused and terrified all at once.